stunned and entirely helpless on the shore. It 
seemed a certainty that in another minute he 
must perish and be carried off as food for the 
coyote’s pups; and such, indeed, would have 
been his fate, had it not been for a sudden 
interruption. 
That interruption was the wild, “Yip, yip, 
yip-eeeh,” shouted by Wallace, the forest 
ranger, who had happened upon the scene. At 
its echoing sound, the coyote forgot all about 
O-Go, and intent only upon safety, tore 
through the undergrowth and away from the 
beaver pond. 
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